Thomson(i)
9 Had not the Lord of Hosts left us a seed, we should have been as Sodom and made like Gomorra.
10 Hear a word of the Lord, chiefs of Sodom! Attend to the law of God, ye people of Gomorra!
11 "What is the multitude of your sacrifices to me?" saith the Lord: I am cloyed with whole burnt offerings of rams: in the fat of lambs and the blood of bulls and goats I have no delight;
12 nor should you come to appear before me: for who hath required these at your hands? You shall no more be admitted to tread my court.
13 Though you bring fine flour; it is a vain incense: it is an abomination to me. Your new moons and sabbaths and great day I cannot endure: